Upon referencing the aerial photograph and making some calculations with my compass, we still had another day or two of this nice thick jungle to trudge through before we could really start looking for this old city. We were definitely in the thick of it and could not afford to have a little side item slow up the whole works.
Within 20 minutes we were off through the jungle again, following the creek up the valley toward the west/north west. As far as I could tell it looked like there had not been another human being in this part of the jungle since that old man had come running out of it. And even then, there is no way of knowing if this is the direction he had come from or not. The dense undergrowth kept visibility to only a few feet, opening up every now and then to give a little bit of a hint as to just how thick this mess was that we were in before it closed up again and seemed to swallow us up.
It was in one of those small “clearings” that I just happened to come across the biggest pot plant that I had ever heard of in my life. I had a few college buddies that grew a few plants in their closets and I was impressed to see some specimens get up to 4 feet tall with a nice “piney” smell. This damn thing must have been 25 or 30 feet tall with a central trunk that was as big around as a soda can. Giant 2 foot long buds hung down on thick limbs around its base with purplish red flowers packed in between the sticky leaves. (You’re damn right I took one of those monsters with me. What did you think I am, crazy?) Mandy just watched with a bit of amusement as I stuffed one massive bud into the webbing on the outside of my pack. Since we didn’t have any Champaign to celebrate the find of the knife, this would just have to do as a substitute.
After 2 days of mushing through the jungle we stopped in one of those little clearings again. I had to try and get my bearings because I figured we should have made it there by now. “What’s the matter,” Mandy asked as she stopped behind me and instantly reached for her canteen.
“I just need to establish our exact position,” I said as I brought out my maps and my compass. “We should be pretty close.”
Mandy pulled her backpack off and set it on the ground, breathing a sigh of relief at having set the extra weight down. “Well I’m just going to sit on this rock while you figure things out,” she said as she swiped some of the vines back to expose just a little bit of the stone by her right foot.
I carefully double checked north with the compass and then took a bearing as to the direction of our travel. Looking at the aerial photograph of the region I then aligned the compass headings and found our entry point into the jungle. I had been marking our progress with a grease pencil as we went, and thus far everything was lining up.
“How far do you think we made it today,” I asked as I took my pencil and opened my notebook with all of my field notes in it. Mandy seemed to be in her own little world as I looked down at her for her estimate. She had that weird little smile on her face and was gently rocking back and forth while her gaze seemed to be out into the infinite in front of her. “Hey.” I said again a bit louder, snapping her out of her dream state. “How far do you think we hiked today?”
“Oh,” she responded, a bit startled at being jerked back into reality, “may 4 or 5 miles,” she said as she once again started rocking back and forth.
I started to figure distance traveled and direction when I stopped and just gazed down at Mandy. She was really enjoying rocking back and forth on that rock. “What are you doing?”
“This rock just seems to fit the bill nicely,” she said with a smile as she slowed her movements to make one big long slow grind with her hips.
Curiosity was getting the better of me now because I wasn’t even thinking about how far we had gone. I just wanted to know what was helping my girlfriend get off. “Let’s see what you’ve got there,” I said as I stuck my things in my pocket and stepped over to her.
When Mandy stood up it was plain to see where she had been sitting. The few green leaves that still covered the bulk of the stone were mashed almost completely flat, giving a small hint of what lay underneath. But the rock was still more than 90 percent covered with small vines, weeds and the like, making any analysis impossible. But I did head directly to the source of her obvious enjoyment and pulled up the leaf covering her favorite feature. We both froze in place as the reality struck us like lightning from a clear blue sky. “It’s a nose!” we both said in unison as the smooth carved shape of a nose aimed toward the sky came into view from under the flattened out leaves.
“Holy shit,” Mandy blurted out just before she started laughing, “I was sitting on a guy’s face and I didn’t even know it!”
Excited by the find I began yanking vines and leaves from the stone face, exposing more and more with each pull. “Well,” I said after one last pull, pausing to let Mandy have a look as well, “It’s not a guy, it’s a woman.”
“What?!” Mandy said as she brushed some of the leaves back for a better look.
Then it was my turn to laugh. “How about that,” I said as I really started to laugh at the joke I was about to make. “You turned lesbian and didn’t even know it!”
But Mandy, being the cool customer that she usually is, especially when it comes to anything sexual, calmly stated,” That’s ok. Women do a better job of eating pussy anyway.” and she gave me that mischievous smile.
Talk about a stroke of luck. We had not seen anything that even resembled humanity of any kind for the last 4 days, and here it is that Mandy and her pussy found the vary civilization we were looking for. She had sat down on the remains of a stone statue that had long since fallen over. The image was of a woman, which really did not surprise us. I labeled the city on the aerial photograph as ‘Mandy’s snatch find’ because we were right in the middle of it, and the find wound up being right in the middle of her. (Her snatch, ok sorry, that was really bad) It was a stroke of luck that I hoped would keep on repeating itself as the discoveries kept coming. It took us a bit of work, and several ‘Oh wow come and look at this,’ moments before we had a bit of the ancient place re-exposed.
Simple geographic features like a steep hill covered with trees and thick vegetation turned out to be a large 2 story stone building with windows and many rooms. It was simply amazing how the jungle had reclaimed its territory and swallowed up this small city made of granite. We kind of “adopted” one of these structures turning it into our base of operations. (It was also the only one that had any kind of roof and was not full of roots and debris) It was kind of wild because it was almost nicer than our apartment back in the world. With a good view in three directions, including the direction we had originally come from, it was an ideal place to set up shop for the short time we had left.
I began the painstaking task of measuring what we could identify and mapping it out. It was late in the afternoon before I could see a bit of a pattern showing up, giving me an idea of how the rest of the town might be laid out. Our little “bungalow” was a corner structure next to an area that might have been used for farming, or possibly an open air market.
The lack of any appreciable artifacts in that area negated the idea that it was further housing. And being slightly elevated from its surroundings gave our place the feel that it might have belonged to someone of some status. Mandy found several unbroken plates in one of the rooms that must have been used as a dining room. This was yet another indication that someone of some status must have lived here simply from the presence of a “specialty” room.
After a while, however, there was no denying the inevitable. I had to start swinging the machete again. The dense undergrowth made any kind of real discovering almost impossible. Looking at the map I was making and comparing it to the overhead photograph, we determined that a northeastern trek would probably profit us the most. Working as a team we hacked and chopped until it was almost completely dark, exposing several more structures, several sets of stairs, and one structure at the farthest reach of our efforts that I had originally assumed was a rather large hill. It was massive with no real visible markings of any kind. (Only on the little bit that we could see) But it was time to call it an evening. We were both tired and there was no way to do all of this in just one day.
“Hey,” I said to Mandy as I dropped my backpack on the floor right next to hers, “You did really good today.”
Mandy looked over at me before she gave an appreciative smile. “Thanks,” she said before she turned to look out the window into the rising darkness. “But I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Oh you didn’t need me,” I said as I pulled out my sleeping mat from my pack. “You and your pussy did just fine without any of my help.”
Mandy turned to look at me and scoffed as I lit up the lantern. “The only reason we found this place is because I was thinking how nice it would feel to have that big cock of yours stuck up in me.”
“Touché,” I said as I lay down on the floor and prepared to slip into a deep coma like state. “Maybe we can dazzle each other some more tomorrow,” I said as I patted the mat next to me before closing my eyes. I never heard Mandy reply, nor did I hear her come over and lay down next to me, the day’s events had zapped me to the point of complete exhaustion. With just a bit more than two weeks of supplies remaining, we were going to be hard pressed to document as much as we could before leaving would become non-optional.
We had been working around the old city for a couple of days before we found the entrance to the catacombs. (I fell into the hole in actuality) We were both ecstatic and cautious as we entered the ruins, knowing full well that this could easily be our grave if we were not careful. If anything happened while we were in here, the rest of the world would never know it. We were already 4 long days of hiking into the jungle before we found the ancient city, so we were completely on our own with no prospect of help if anything did happen.
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